Mean Moms

[Skeedaddle]

----- Mean Moms



Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic
that motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me:

I loved you enough . . . to ask where you were going, with whom,
and what time you would be home.

I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new best
friend was a creep.

I loved you enough to make you go pay for the bubble gum you had taken and
tell the clerk, "I stole this yesterday and want to pay for it."

I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your
room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.

I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, and tears in my
eyes. Children must learn that their parents aren't perfect.

I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your
actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.

But most of all, I loved you enough to say NO when I knew you would hate
me for it.

Those were the most difficult battles of all. I'm glad I won them, because
in the end you won, too.

And someday when your children are old enough to understand the
logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.

Was your Mom mean? I know mine was. We had the meanest mother in
the whole world! While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have
cereal, eggs, and toast. When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch,
we had to eat sandwiches. And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner
that was different from what other kids had, too.

Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were
convicts in a prison.

She had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing with them.


She insisted that if we said we would be gone for an hour, we would be
gone for an hour or less.

We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve to break the
Child Labor Laws by making us work. We had to wash the dishes, make the
beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash and all
sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie awake at night thinking of
more things for us to do.

She always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth, and
nothing but the truth.

By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had eyes in
the back of her head. Then, life was really tough!

Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up.
They had to come up to the door so she could meet them. While everyone
else could date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16.

Because of our mother we missed out on lots of things other kids
experienced. None of us have ever been caught shoplifting,
vandalizing other's property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all
her fault.

Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults. We are
doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.


I think that is what's wrong with the world today. It just doesn't
have enough mean moms!

[Butterfly]

I fully agree with you!!
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Until Then
~B~


Stay Safe

[spicytwo2]

Oh I can so relate being a mother with three kids I am the mean mom or so my 11 yearold thinks. I think kids now adays needs more "mean moms"...

[divasoul]

I agree with you. I definitely had a mean mom! Only health food in our house. No cable - so we were stuck watching PBS. You did what she said or paid the consequences. She (or my dad) could control us with just the "look". She was just the meanest ever. I SO appreciate it! I don't have kids and doubt that I will, but if I ever do - I will definitely be the "mean mom".
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How much good inside a day?
Depends how good you live 'em.
How much love inside a friend?
Depends how much you give 'em.
--Shel Silverstein

[soulmate]

i agree and i have to say that i had a mean and I"m proud to say that I"m a mean mom